She's not afraid (One Direction/Selena Gomez)

chapter 30

I jolt upright when loud knock on my door shocked me out of my sleep. Muffled female voice is heard from other side of the door: "Miss Montague, breakfast will be served in 20 minutes."

I shakily yell back: "I'm coming!"

I inhale deeply, gradually calming my raging heart. The feeble light of morning broke through the split between two closed heavy curtains. I rub my eyes while lazily drag my legs off the bed, then wearily walk across the carpeted floor into the bathroom.

At the slow pace perform everything of absolute necessity in there. Minutes later, with a grumble, I dress blue underwear, black shorts and high knee black socks, perfectly content with the oversized purple shirt in which I have slept in. Eventually I'm able to leave the dull air of my spacious bedroom.

It appears that my legs have a mind of their own as they led me into the dining room, where the boys already were. Gentle smile slowly makes its way on my lips, as I proceed to greet them with brief kisses on their cheeks. I sit next to Zayn and across from Harry. In comfortable silence we begin to eat our breakfast. 

After a while Harry starts: "Hey Malik why did you punch Irwin?"

I gasp loudly, at the information guilt stirs up in my stomach, though guys pay no mind to my reaction.

Zayn snorts and leans back in his chair: "Because he made a move on Juliet."

"I hope you punched him hard!" Harry muttered crossly.

I shake my head and remark: "Punch was unnecessary because Irwin was really nice to me."

Harry chuckles humorlessly, staring at me: "This is how he plays."

I furrow my eyebrows and ask with mock-politeness: "And you lads don't play the same game?"

"No we don't, not like Irwin does." Louis instantly stated, I turn my gaze to him and he proceeds, "he enjoys breaking girl's hearts, he is seriously mental."

"But how is not that different from you? You lads breaking hearts too, you know that right?" I remarked irritated slightly.

"No Juliet you got it all wrong," Niall said defensively, my eyebrows raise in anticipation for explanation. He sighs and goes to speak, "at first he is so fucking nice and gentle with girls. A gentleman if you want. At the beginning he is their friend, and then perfect boyfriend. And that is how he earns their trust. They always fall for him, and usually they fall hard. When that happens he simply tosses them away like a bloody trash, without any remorse for them. Some of the girls he fucked up so bad that they killed themselves and he didn't even fucking care..."Louis interrupts, "we aren't like that Juliet. They know from the beginning that all they're getting from us is sex. So don't blame us if they are stupid and think that they are special enough to change us."

I hum, because I find it difficult to process given words. With scrunched forehead staring thoughtfully into some distance. Suddenly as if I was slapped I blink and turn to them: "Well..." my eyes flicker around the table, gazing at the boys, I shrug with my shoulder and remark, "there is no need to worry then, because he's not my type... by the way what are his and Hemmings's names?"

Liam snorts: "We heard that before, they all say that but eventually ended up with broken heart. Just stay away from him Juliet." He warned, there is no trace of amusement in his features.

I nod slowly, before quickly, quietly mumble: "Good thing that my heart has been already broken..." I shake my head, "anyway, what are their names again? And what is plan for today?" I asked no one in particular.

"They are Ashton Irwin and Luke Hemmings," Liam answered, but Harry interjects, "Juliet?" My eyes instantly fly to his, his glare is cold, deathly, and it scared me. With parted mouth I keep my eye contact with the intimidating man. "Don't get any fucking ideas with Irwin, he is bad for you." The stiffness and harshness of his tone, completely matched his rigid stature.